Cascading mounds of fresh fallen snow
A magical delight
Arrived outside my door today
Delivered late last night
With a hint of pine and crisp winter air
Drawing me into memories of yesteryears - somewhere
When I forgot about my worry, my work and steep demands
Bent low enough to touch the snow and cup some in my hands
The cold chilly - frosty nip took me by surprise
But the thrill of it was obvious, shining brightly through my eyes
Filling my heart with warm tender snapshots, of a time long left behind
Resurrected quickly from some album in my mind
Reminding me of a child - who once walked inside my shoes
With hope and dreams and innocence
From every pore it did exude
Sincere love and thankfulness filled a spot that I forgot, was still as vibrant as as it was, nearly 50 years ago
So before I curse this wretched cold and all the grey closes my mind
I want to hug and keep a little bit of her here with me, all the time
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Very nice and heartfelt.
Nice poem. On the question you pose in the title; I don't think we ever really lose the 'wonder,' I think as we become adults and the responsibilities pile on one after the other we become so busy that we forget to recognize the wonder of things. But, that part of us is always there to tap into. We can still always appreciate the wonders of life if we just let ourselves.
This is excellent. The nostalgia is real. Love it.
It's a gift when the wonder touches you again. Thank you for sharing it
These are wonderful words and yes we want to keep the wonder but practicality sometimes takes that away from us
Beautiful
Beautiful 💕😊💖